Chapter Five
Jonah looked up from the computer the next day only when he realised his phone was vibrating – and had been for the last few minutes. He frowned when he saw Ez’s name on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Jonah. Are you well?”
“Yeah, fine.” He hadn’t seen Ez this morning. He’d ended up in Torin’s bed all night, the siren wrapped around him, and then they’d had breakfast together at a café around the corner. It had been… nice, really nice, and part of Jonah wanted to see how far he could push it.
“I wondered if you would be able to meet with me in an hour or so?”
“Sure, I – Are you not here? You could’ve just come upstairs.”
Ez’s laugh was quiet. “I was not sure you would wish me to intrude.”
Jonah snorted. Ez wasn’t wrong, though. He’d locked the door after he’d closed it; he really wanted to work on some of the footage he’d shot of himself, and he was almost done with the first two videos.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jonah said. “An hour?”
“Yes. Come to my office. I’d like to take a look at what you’ve been working on so far.”
“Sure. See you then.”
Jonah hung up, giving his phone another quizzical look before he shook his head. He grinned as he turned back to his work. They were all so strange, in their own ways, ways which Jonah knew had little to do with what they were.
The hour passed quickly, and Jonah made sure everything was uploaded before he stood and stretched. All the initial promotional videos were finished – the shots of the toys in their individual boxes, the videos where he explained how they worked…
He’d finished, too, the videos where he’d been playing with Damon’s and Finley’s toys. He’d still not recorded anything with Torin’s toy – he knew there’d be people out there who would find it fun to play with, but he needed to find a way to shoot it that made it look sexy, fiddly as it was.
It might be one that was better with a partner, but the thought made Jonah hesitate. When it came to the stuff he uploaded, he’d only ever filmed alone.
Pushing the thought aside, Jonah left his room and made his way down to Ez’s office. The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open. Ez was sitting at his desk, reading something on his laptop, but he looked up with a smile when Jonah walked in.
“Sorry for the interruption,” he said. “Torin told me you might not notice the time, so I should just call and hope for the best.”
“It’s fine. You’re the boss, remember?”
Ez smiled, heat flaring in his eyes. Jonah dropped into the seat opposite his desk. “I’ve uploaded what I’ve done so far. We can go through that if that works?”
Ez nodded. He’d already downloaded the videos, and Jonah dragged his chair around the desk so they could go through each one. Ez wasn’t always easy to read, but Jonah thought he seemed satisfied when they were done with the initial promo videos, at least.
“The next two…” Jonah ignored the heat in his cheeks. “The promos and stuff, I figured we’d upload them to your accounts, and I’d cross-post them to mine. These are for my accounts, though I’ve got to put a disclaimer up about the partnership, of course.”
“Of course,” Ez said and clicked on the first video.
Jonah tried to keep his eyes forward as the video started playing, but he couldn’t stop shooting Ez's tiny looks. Ez didn’t seem to notice. His face was expressionless as it played, and by the time he clicked on the video Jonah had filmed with Rafe’s toy, Jonah’s face was burning.
He’d never had to show anything like this before. Usually, he shot the video by himself, then edited and uploaded it – if anyone disliked it, their comments were usually drowned out by all the people who didn’t.
It felt strangely revealing to sit by and watch Ez watch him, and even more so when Ez didn’t seem to be affected by it.
But then, why would he be? He was an incubus, after all. He had to have seen more scandalous things than Jonah fucking himself with a toy.
The second video ended, and Jonah sucked in a shaky breath. Ez clicked on a folder of images. “What’s this…?”
He opened the image Rafe had taken of Jonah, fucked out and covered in cum. Rafe had taken some more after they’d played with the toy, and it lay discarded on the bed next to Jonah’s hip. Rafe’s hand was visible in the shot, fingers digging into Jonah’s thigh as he held him open.
Jonah swallowed hard. “I thought… Couples, or whoever, they’ll want the toys, too. With Torin’s, that might even be the best way to sell it. So, we…”
Ez’s eyes burned when he looked at Jonah. Jonah’s pulse fluttered at the base of his throat. “Yes, I think these will all do perfectly.”
Jonah managed a smile. “So, the meeting’s over?”
Ez growled and before Jonah could react, he’d been dragged into Ez’s lap and Ez was kissing him hard. Hands tugged at his clothes and Jonah unfastened Ez’s tie, struggling with the fiddly buttons on his shirt.
The chair creaked and Jonah tore his mouth away, breathing hard. Ez’s office had a sofa against one wall, and he waved his hand at it. “Over there.”
Ez grunted, but he stood, and Jonah wrapped his legs around his hips. Lust filled the air, heavy and thick, and when Ez pressed Jonah down into the cushions, their cocks met through their clothes. Jonah gasped. Ez grinned down at him.
“I should have made one extra toy,” he said.
Jonah kicked off his shoes, then pulled his shirt off. Ez’s jacket was on the floor, and his trousers soon followed.
“What?”
“I should have made one of myself,” Ez said. His voice was utterly steady, the fucker, and Jonah wanted him as out of it as he was. “I think I would have liked to see a video of you playing with it.”
He was undressed to his boxers now, cock straining against the tight material, and when he prowled over Jonah, Jonah arched his back and leaned up for him.
“Still got time for that,” he said, and grinned when Ez met his kiss.
Jonah had taken off his shirt, but he was still wearing jogging bottoms, and Ez teased the waistband with his fingers as they kissed. Jonah whined into his mouth. He wanted more. Every time he was here, around these men, it was like he spun out of control.
Jonah didn’t mind. He didn’t think they did, either.
“Want you,” he said against Ez’s mouth. “All of you.”
Ez pulled back and smirked down at him. He had one knee planted between Jonah’s thighs, the other foot still on the floor, and even in his human form, he towered over Jonah, eyes gone dark as his incubus form began to seep in.
“Watch,” he said.
Jonah did. He watched as Ez changed, whole body widening, thickening, muscles bulging as they strained. His boxers were a lost cause as his hips changed, the thigh between Jonah’s legs shifting to press against his leaking cock.
Horns sprouted from his head, face gone more angular, and Jonah grinned when Ez’s tail whipped out and caught one of his ankles, tugging him further down the sofa. Jonah ground against Ez’s thigh and moaned.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Ez snorted. His cock jutted out, hard and wet at the tip, and Jonah wanted to get his mouth on it. As he watched, it changed, widening to the point that Jonah knew he’d choke on it – but he still wanted to try.
“Come on, then,” Ez said like he knew what Jonah was thinking. Maybe he did, but Jonah didn’t care. He rolled off the sofa gracelessly and settled between Ez’s legs, licking up the length of his shaft.
Ez growled. A hand tightened in Jonah’s hair, and claws pricked at his skin. Had Ez had claws last time? Or had he still been holding back.
“You like a big, thick cock, don’t you Jonah?” Ez asked, voice deceptively soft. “You want something you can choke on.”
Jonah moaned. He licked over the head, lapping up pre-cum. There was so much of it, so Jonah chased the taste, finally taking the head of Ez’s cock in his mouth.
It stretched his jaw already, but Jonah took deep breaths through his nose and tried to relax. Fuck, he wanted this. Ez was right. It was what he wanted from all of them – all those monster desires they had that, with anyone else, would have sent him running long ago.
Ez’s claws dug in. Jonah took more of his length, jaw aching. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Fuck. His own cock twitched, still confined, but he kept his hands on Ez’s thighs because he knew better than to touch before he’d been told he could.
“You’re so pretty on your knees for us,” Ez cooed. He pushed Jonah’s hair back from his face, and more pre-cum flooded Jonah’s mouth. “Take more of me, Jonah.”
Jonah tried. He did. He gagged and pulled back and took a deep breath as he tried again. Every time he choked, Ez groaned, hips flexing just a little, and Jonah’s cock ached even as tears streamed down his face.
He pulled off, and Ez let him, watching hungrily as Jonah caught his breath.
“Fuck my mouth,” Jonah said, voice coming out like gravel. “Want you to cum down my throat.”
Ez growled, and that was all the warning Jonah got before he had a mouth full of Ez’s cock again. It seemed to shift in shape, maybe becoming a little narrower, but Jonah didn’t have time to dwell on it. Ez grabbed his hair almost too tightly.
Jonah squeezed his eyes shut as Ez held him in place, rocking his cock into the wet heat of Jonah’s mouth. He groaned when Ez hit the back of his throat and Ez groaned too, fucking him harder, faster.
Fuck, it was too much. Heat licked up Jonah’s spine. There was pressure against his hole, slick warmth, and he groaned again when something pressed inside, even though he knew Ez’s hands were already on him.
Ez seemed as desperate as he was. His thrusts were erratic now, at odds with the stretching in Jonah’s arse, and Jonah groaned, trying to rock back and get more, deeper.
“Jonah,” Ez growled, repeating a litany of Jonah’s name as his cock stiffened even further. Jonah hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard.
That was all it took. Ez groaned and came in thick spurts, hips still rocking up even as he spilt down Jonah’s throat.